A pair of beautiful photos of Fanny Howe

One way to understand your own condition is to write something and spend a long time revising it. In revising you teach yourself. You find your own information buried in your body. It is still alive until you are not. —Fanny Howe, RIP

“Thinking of words as—yes, as little figures escaping big figures, running away from judgment. Duality to me is the sign of the master coming.” —Fanny Howe

To the place of trumpets, To the place where the sun sets, To the place where peace sits, We are going. By twos Or threes, going to choose New weather and new clothes, The new sound of words walking As trees among the winging Fields, the fields on herons’ wings Brigit Pegeen Kelly (1951-2016)

For the last day of National Poetry Month, our Poem of the Week comes from the archives: a never-before-digitized prose poem by Brigit Pegeen Kelly. “A Curious Cologne” from TYR Spring 2009: yalereview.org/article/brig...

Choose 20 paintings that have stayed with you or influenced you — one painting per day for 20 days, in no particular order. No explanations, no reviews, just paintings. #blueskyart #art #painting Day 19 Kiki Smith

"Los que llegan no me encuentran. Los que espero no existen..." (Alejandra Pizarnik)

"Señor La jaula se ha vuelto pájaro y se ha volado y mi corazón está loco porque aúlla a la muerte y sonríe detrás del viento a mis delirios Qué haré con el miedo Qué haré con el miedo...." Alejandra Pizarnik; El despertar. Esse poema é tão esplendoroso.....

«¿A vos no te pasa que te despertás a veces con la exacta conciencia de que en ese momento empieza una increíble equivocación?» ✒️Julio Cortázar 📚Rayuela

Julio Cortázar conversing with Theodor W. Adorno, his cat.

“La puerta es la que elige, no el hombre”. J. L. B.

J. L. Borges

The incredible legacy of the @IWP will prevail in this new era. It will rebuild in the creativity, cultural exchanges and lifelong friendships it has fostered—and the vibrant voices still to come. 🌍✨ #IWP #HopeForWriters #CulturalExchange

It is the literary judgment of the International Writing Program (IWP) at the University of Iowa that bluesky "has the juice." We will be sharing content here more routinely in coming weeks and months. Please let folks know we're here so we can connect on this new platform!

🧵Dear Friends: We write today with a difficult update. On Wednesday, Feb. 26, the International Writing Program (IWP) learned that its grants with the U.S. Department of State, Bureau of Educational and Cultural Affairs, were being terminated.

Frank Bidart via @forgottenpoets.bsky.social

Friends & beloveds are worried abt what’s coming, from detentions to disruption of healthcare to denial of rights. Friends abroad are terrified too Know you are not alone. We are here for you—in any way we can Here is a link to a poem I go to when lost: www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48501/...

Books that I would recommend to others. Mark Twain is America’s Shakespeare. In 1865, poor and despondent, he considered suicide. He read a demand for an overdue coal bill. The florid nature of the language amused him and inspired him to write rather than pull the trigger. Lucky us. #BookSky 💙📚

W.S. Merwin #smallpoemsunday

“May your body please you—may your mind accept its forms.” —William Pitt Root via @bloodsigns.bsky.social #poem #poems #poetry

Jenny Holzer, Lady Pink, Trust visions that don't feature buckets of blood, 1983-84 https://botfrens.com/collections/14377/contents/1137826

Olivia Hussey (1951–2024)

Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow Snow on snow . . . —Christina Rossetti #poem #poems #poetry #tanka #foundtanka

thinking about compassion: a firefly —Ursula Le Guin #poem #poems #haiku #foundhaiku

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Ramones - Merry Christmas (I Don't Wanna Fight Tonight) ...from the Ramones album Brain Drain #punk #punks #punkrock #oldschoolpunk #punklegends #ramones #history #punkrockhistory

“Fill it with the wing beats of small birds…” —Stephanie de Montalk #PoetryAotearoa #poem #poems #poetry

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dreams receded a dust of dark, birds from stalks in the north field rises —Stephen Wiest #poem #poems #tanka #foundtanka

We have poetry / so we do not die of history. —Meena Alexander

“Stop—all is still—begin again…” —Frances Samuel #PoetryAotearoa #poem #poems #poetry